Duncan MacCoinnich's task... Travel to the twenty-first century Renaissance Faire, deflower the Druid virgins, and go home. Only his job is not so easily accomplished with the virgin in question, Tara McAllister. Time is running out. The evil is closing in on them both.
Tara finds Duncan irresistible after what was supposed to be a mock Hand-fasting binds them. When Duncan whisks her to his home in Scotland she could accept that. But, can she forgive him for taking away her modern life when she finds herself in the sixteenth century? And is it love they feel? Or something else?
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Review
5 Tombstones Binding Vows was such a amazing book. It is possibly the best I have read so far this year.
--Bitten by Books
From the Inside Flap
**"A lady is not safe out here by herself."
She stopped again. This time he didn't stop in
time and fell into her.
Hands at her sides, her chest thrust up next to
his; she gritted the words between her teeth. "A lady
isn't safe around you, either."
"Now, Tara." He tried pleading with her.
"Oh, don't you even, 'now, Tara' me." She
stepped to the side and started off in a different
direction. Walking in circles.
He let her walk for several minutes before
attempting to talk to her again. "I would be happy to
escort you on a walk, but we need to get you more
properly dressed." He knew the effect watching her
walk was having on him. He could only imagine
what his men must have thought when she had
stormed the courtyard in her shorts.
"You're a bastard, you know that,
MacCoinnich?"
He wanted to counter what she said but
cautioned himself against it. "Still, we need you in
more fitting clothes. If someone were to come along,
questions would be raised which would be most
difficult to answer."
"You should have thought of that before you
brought me here." She waved a hand in his general
direction. "Right now I don't give a crap what
questions
"I told you how necessary it is for secrecy." He
turned to the Keep and noticed some of the men
watching to see what would happen. He needed to
put a stop to this and soon.
"Bite me."
A completely inappropriate image of him doing
exactly that popped in his head. A slow lazy smile
inched over his lips.
Unfortunately for him, Tara read his thoughts. you might have to answer."**
Description:
Duncan MacCoinnich's task... Travel to the twenty-first century Renaissance Faire, deflower the Druid virgins, and go home. Only his job is not so easily accomplished with the virgin in question, Tara McAllister. Time is running out. The evil is closing in on them both.
Tara finds Duncan irresistible after what was supposed to be a mock Hand-fasting binds them. When Duncan whisks her to his home in Scotland she could accept that. But, can she forgive him for taking away her modern life when she finds herself in the sixteenth century? And is it love they feel? Or something else?
**
Review
5 Tombstones
Binding Vows was such a amazing book. It is possibly the best I have read so far this year.
--Bitten by Books
From the Inside Flap
**"A lady is not safe out here by herself."
She stopped again. This time he didn't stop in
time and fell into her.
Hands at her sides, her chest thrust up next to
his; she gritted the words between her teeth. "A lady
isn't safe around you, either."
"Now, Tara." He tried pleading with her.
"Oh, don't you even, 'now, Tara' me." She
stepped to the side and started off in a different
direction. Walking in circles.
He let her walk for several minutes before
attempting to talk to her again. "I would be happy to
escort you on a walk, but we need to get you more
properly dressed." He knew the effect watching her
walk was having on him. He could only imagine
what his men must have thought when she had
stormed the courtyard in her shorts.
"You're a bastard, you know that,
MacCoinnich?"
He wanted to counter what she said but
cautioned himself against it. "Still, we need you in
more fitting clothes. If someone were to come along,
questions would be raised which would be most
difficult to answer."
"You should have thought of that before you
brought me here." She waved a hand in his general
direction. "Right now I don't give a crap what
questions
"I told you how necessary it is for secrecy." He
turned to the Keep and noticed some of the men
watching to see what would happen. He needed to
put a stop to this and soon.
"Bite me."
A completely inappropriate image of him doing
exactly that popped in his head. A slow lazy smile
inched over his lips.
Unfortunately for him, Tara read his thoughts.
you might have to answer."**